Lovesong

spokes around heat shaft revolves from within oiled by the movement of skin upon skin touches caressing the core of devotion lost in this heaven of tender emotion how does one landscape ... how does one dream words whispered music and silence the violin soft heads of blossoms and dry roots of trees feed on the fountain that springs from the need as seed of thought is embedded in love hunger of growth is being called from Above let landscapes be moved  ... love be unveiled enfolded in ocean's silk sheet stars be paled this silver silence is but love's refrain these diamonds the drizzling drops of rain as seed of thought is embedded in love come wear the heart and let love be the glove let souls become fused where bodies can't move let fevers be mixed and let love be proved why must this music be silenced by words? heart's meaning is spoken by love's golden chords where there's dryness earth suffers in tears where there's flesh there's the need to be near so sing with sweet silence and vibrate the air so sing and let me hear our songs everywhere the heat of the heart delays that which part the song is replayed ... the dream freshly start the end is so fast whilst the soul still lingers thoughts become touch on the tips of fingers there is no end but the end is beginning distance and draught stripped to its bare meaning for when flowering fountains their fine rivers spend the rain returns and fills Earth's hopes again where stops the poem and where is the start? here in the beating of the heart ... and when dawn arrives with its glorious gleam he falls to sleep ... and she waits on his dream Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 09:28 AM PST, Myra Lochner    0 • 8